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45 Grave
- wykonawca: 45 Grave
- album: Sleep In Safety
To you, the deception is clear
The time has come to realize your fear
Hating you, as I surmise
The pain of it all isn't worth the prize
Loving you, isn't worth the pain
But I've really done some stupid things
Meeting you, was a stupid mistake
But right there you were on the make
Loaded with dough
Waiting for me
Though it was cool
Though it was free
I can see things
In a different light
Born too late
To see things right
To, you, here's the prize
This gun barrel in-between your eyes
I see you, shake with fear
With those words, I say me dear
Under the covers, under the light
Cover your head with the sheets tonight
No control, the piss runs out
Defecation runs in my mouth
Hating you is such fun
Shooting darts is just half the fun
Your blood is red, your skin is white
Is the rope a little bit too tight
I love you, it's the truth
That's why I am killing you
There is blood on your sheet I
I bet your feel really neat
Loaded with dough
Waiting for me
Though it was cool
Though it was free
I can see things
In a different light
Born too late
To see things right
- album: Sleep In Safety
To you, the deception is clear
The time has come to realize your fear
Hating you, as I surmise
The pain of it all isn't worth the prize
Loving you, isn't worth the pain
But I've really done some stupid things
Meeting you, was a stupid mistake
But right there you were on the make
Loaded with dough
Waiting for me
Though it was cool
Though it was free
I can see things
In a different light
Born too late
To see things right
To, you, here's the prize
This gun barrel in-between your eyes
I see you, shake with fear
With those words, I say me dear
Under the covers, under the light
Cover your head with the sheets tonight
No control, the piss runs out
Defecation runs in my mouth
Hating you is such fun
Shooting darts is just half the fun
Your blood is red, your skin is white
Is the rope a little bit too tight
I love you, it's the truth
That's why I am killing you
There is blood on your sheet I
I bet your feel really neat
Loaded with dough
Waiting for me
Though it was cool
Though it was free
I can see things
In a different light
Born too late
To see things right